The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Even the flags sometimes fell to the ground just because of the strong wind, which dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the army.

At this time, only a small group of elites are needed to penetrate through the attack. Even if there are not many troops, it will bring indescribable pressure to the army being attacked.

Because the command flag is not only a symbol of status, but also an invisible link to pass orders and maintain the operation of the army.

When the flag is flying, the army moves like an arm and a finger, as if it is one body, with high efficiency and orderly advance and retreat.

And when the banner falls or is damaged, the three armies are paralyzed.

The army that could not receive orders fell into chaos.

At this time, not only the order cannot be delivered in time, but also the soldiers will lose the target of the battle. For the army, this is undoubtedly quite fatal.

In such a situation, unless the commander-in-chief in the army has unrivaled prestige, otherwise, relying on the usual command alone will not be able to turn the tide of defeat.

Just like now, not to mention the heavy blow in the hearts of the Yellow Turban soldiers, the steps of combat have also been completely disrupted.

Whenever this kind of time is the time to really test the quality of an army.

Because the experienced veterans knew that at this time, all they needed to do was to immediately stop fighting the enemy and regroup with the surrounding Tongze.

By that time, they will be in an invincible position, having the advantage in numbers, advancing and attacking, retreating and defending.

But it is a pity that most of these Yellow Turban soldiers are just ordinary people or rural farmers, and they have not undergone strict and standardized training.

Under such panic, the already chaotic formation became even more chaotic. From time to time, a large group of people could be seen crowded together, in a dilemma, at a loss.

"Waste, what a bunch of waste!"

Looking at the tens of thousands of yellow turban soldiers under his command, they were easily disrupted by the opponent's three or four thousand people, and retreated steadily.

This made Han Xian, who was in the direction of the large tent of the Chinese army, feel an inexplicable panic while being annoyed.

He paced back and forth, frowned, thought for a while, and a look of pain and confusion flashed across his face.

In the end, Han Xian, who hesitated again and again, took out a small black flag from his arms and pointed forward.

Immediately, three hundred burly soldiers suddenly stood up.

These burly yellow scarf soldiers, each of them strong and powerful, lined up in front of them.

"Kill!" Han Xian, with a painful face, gritted his teeth cruelly, and waved the black flag in his hand heavily.

As soon as the words fell, the three hundred burly soldiers stepped forward almost at the same time, with a face full of indifference, and rushed towards the Xiliang cavalry that was raging on the battlefield.

It can be vaguely seen that while these soldiers were running fast, many people who charged at the forefront reached into their arms, took out something, and stuffed it into their big mouths.

"You guys, support me, let's go west!"

Looking at the three hundred burly yellow scarf soldiers who had already run away, the tangled expression on Han Siam's face disappeared, and his indifference returned.

He ordered those yellow scarf soldiers to fight and kill the enemy, but he, with dozens of guards, retreated back to the west quietly.

...

At this time, Gao Zhi over there had just driven his horse to the front of the Chinese army's big tent.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Gao Zhi's eye, he caught a glimpse of a cold light in the tent, turned his head and saw two burly yellow scarf soldiers with machetes in their hands, rushing towards him.

"I don't know how to live or die!" With a cold snort, Gao Zhi reined in the horse and waved the spear in his hand at the same time, only to see a fine iron spear rushing towards him.

Surprisingly, the two yellow turban soldiers only slid about a foot before stopping.

You know, in the previous contests, even those ordinary generals in the Xiliang Army couldn't resist Gao Zhi's spear power now!

"Huh?" A bit of surprise appeared in Gao Zhi's eyes, and he glanced at the dead silent eyes of the two, and suddenly understood in his heart.

Under Gao Zhi's interested eyes, the two yellow-turban wrestlers took out a small dark green pill from their arms and threw it into their mouths.

Immediately, the muscles on their bodies suddenly swelled up, looking at the thick qi pervading around their bodies, it was hard to imagine that these were just two ordinary soldiers.

"interesting."

Gao Zhi simply got off his horse and thrust the spear into the ground with one hand.

The yellow turban soldier whose weapon was knocked down over there swung his fists with violent blows, like an eagle hitting the sky or a tiger pouncing on its prey, and once again hit Gao Zhi.

boom!

The strong wind was blowing and the dust was flying all around. The Yellow Turban soldier was shaken all over his body, his arms were slightly numb, and he took three steps back involuntarily.

"It's interesting, so let's do it in another way!" Gao Zhi looked at the two soldiers and felt their strength.

With profound meaning, his whole body was full of energy waves, like a demon god, running wildly and howling.

"Bang bang bang!"

Fists and feet intersected, and the violent wind tore the air.

After the gas gang broke out, the two yellow turban soldiers who only relied on drug stimulation to increase their strength were still shocked to death by Gao Zhi's burst of gas gang due to the limited increase in external force.

"Tch, it turned out that it was just a simple increase in strength, but when it was applied to the Qi Gang, it couldn't resist it?"

"drive!"

Shaking his head, he got on his horse, pulled out his spear, Gao Zhi adjusted the horse's head, and continued to chase and kill Han Siam.

"kill!"

The yellow turban elite guarding Han Siam stopped in their tracks, and when they saw Gao Zhi who was chasing him, they turned around and shouted loudly.

The gun light flashed, Gao Zhi raised his hand to hold the spear, and suddenly stabbed out.

This shot only had a very simple stab, but it was as swift and fierce as thunder, and as violent as fire, passing through the void, and aimed directly at the yellow scarf soldier in front of him.

"Dang! Kacha!" The back of the knife shattered, and the arm of the yellow scarf soldier was also broken by the impact.

Turning the spear in his hand, Gao Zhi stabbed at the opponent's weakly hanging right arm. He thought he could force the opponent back, but the astonishing man, the yellow turban warrior was unbiased and greeted him head-on.

With a chirping sound, the spear in Gao Zhi's hand pierced the opponent's right shoulder and passed through the body.

Before he came back to his senses, the yellow turban fighter raised the broken knife that had been exchanged to his left hand, and continued to slash at Gao Zhi fiercely.

Looking at the gleaming long knife, Gao Zhi was startled. He drew the spear, but was shocked to find that the opponent had clamped the barrel of his gun with the muscles on his shoulders.

"Dead man!"

Looking at the strange expression of the yellow scarf soldier on the opposite side, who didn't feel any pain at all, these two words suddenly appeared in Gao Zhi's heart.